Proud men never love gracious men and, as they fear them, they veil their fear under a pretended contempt. In this case, their hatred revealed itself in ridicule, and that ridicule was loud and long. When they wanted sport, they made sport of the psalmist because he was God’s servant. Men must have strange eyes to be able to see farce in faith and comedy in holiness. Yet, it is sadly the case that men who are short of wit can generally provoke a broad grin by jesting at a saint. Conceited sinners make footballs of godly men. They call it roaring fun to caricature a faithful member of “The Holy Club.” His methods of careful living are the material for their jokes about “the Methodist,” and his hatred of sin sets their tongues a-wagging at long-faced Puritanism and strait-laced hypocrisy.
If the psalmist was greatly derided, we may not expect to escape the scorn of the ungodly. There are hosts of proud men, still, upon the face of the earth and, if they find a believer in affliction, they will be mean enough and cruel enough to make jests at his expense. It is the nature of the son of the bondwoman to mock the child of the promise. – Charles Spurgeon (1834-1892), commenting on Psalm 119.51.